Amid a fertile region green with wood <br />And fresh with rivers, well doth it become <br />The Ducal Owner, in his Palace-home <br />To naturalise this tawny Lion brood; <br />Children of Art, that claim strange brotherhood, <br />Couched in their Den, with those that roam at large <br />Over the burning wilderness, and charge <br />The wind with terror while they roar for food. <br />But <br />these <br />are satiate, and a stillness drear <br />Calls into life a more enduring fear; <br />Yet is the Prophet calm, nor would the cave <br />Daunt him - if his Companions, now bedrowsed <br />Yawning and listless, were by hunger roused: <br />Man placed him here, and God, he knows, can save.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picture-of-daniel-in-the-lion-s-den-at-hamilton-palace/
